Hearing these familiar words, Lu Moqing almost crushed the water glass in his hand.
This ti, it wasn’t the mories of the past that made him so angry and embarrassed, but the fact that Qiao Xuxu asked him this question so calmly that it stirred up a strong sense of fear in his heart.
"What have you found out?"
Qiao Xuxu asked again, displaying extraordinary patience. But aside from her gentle patience, Lu Moqing could not see anything in her deanor. The more he saw this, the more panicked he felt.
It felt as if so truth was about to erge from its cocoon.
He moved his lips, finding that his voice was incredibly dry. Many words were stuck in his throat, unable to co out or go down.
"Lu Moqing."
Qiao Xuxu watched him quietly; her clear eyes were now like a deep pool, unfathomable. This made Lu Moqing’s heart even more panicked.
Seeing Qiao Xuxu’s lips curve slightly and her beautiful brows move a little, Lu Moqing sat in front of her like a criminal who had committed a capital offense, waiting for her to pronounce his sentence.
Lu Moqing had never been so scared before. Even without Qiao Xuxu saying anything, the fear engulfing him had already subrged him completely.
"You ca to my house to cancel our engagent and treated like that during the wedding all because of what happened eight years ago, right?"
Qiao Xuxu’s tone was still very calm, gentle without the slightest hint of accusation, but her gaze was cold, very cold.
"Tell , what have you found?"
As she lazily leaned back in her chair like a superior looking down on him, she said, "I know you’re not so stupid as to believe whatever that San’er, Su Rou, says. Tell what you’ve found out."
Lu Moqing’s throat was still choked, painfully choked.
In fact, he had long understood that he was not in a hurry to know what the truth was eight years ago, but he was acutely aware that he had made a very foolish and unforgivable mistake.
"Don’t ask anymore, Xuxu."
He hoarsely looked at her cold eyes and pleaded.
Each additional question felt like it was tearing his heart apart.
"Lu Moqing, don’t I even have the right to an explanation?"
Her gaze was so sharp that it felt sowhat oppressive, leaving Lu Moqing feeling exposed.
After a long ti, he finally closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said hoarsely, "Fine, I’ll tell you."
Qiao Xuxu didn’t speak, only quietly watching him. That gaze, though seemingly gentle and devoid of malice, made Lu Moqing feel as if his entire body had been cut to pieces.
"That year, I attended a charity banquet held by the Presidential Office and was drugged in my drink, making feel weak all over..."
Qiao Xuxu nodded. Gu Junhang had told her about that. It wasn’t Lu Moqing’s fault for being careless. The charity banquet held by the Presidential Office was attended by all kinds of people, and its security was airtight.
Under such circumstances, no one would have thought that soone would dare to drug their drink. It wasn’t strange that Lu Moqing had fallen victim to it.
"The effect of the dicine started after the charity banquet ended. I was taken away as soon as I left the restroom."
At this mont, as Lu Moqing recalled the events of that year, he was remarkably calm, as if he was talking about soone else’s story.
"Although the dicine made completely weak, I was still conscious. I heard your voice..."
He paused for a mont, looking at Qiao Xuxu, "and the conversation between you and those people."
Qiao Xuxu was taken aback. She had considered the possibility of surveillance, but she had never thought that Lu Moqing would have actually heard her voice.
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